Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1735 Anger
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, holding the bamboo of six pure senses, stepped forward first.

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk is unworthy, but I am willing to offer my humble opinion and learn from your profound array formations."

He knew he was no match for Duobao, but he still wanted to see the difference in their abilities. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Duobao would definitely not dare to activate the formation's killing move, so his safety was guaranteed.

If it were the usual Duobao, he would definitely nod with a sinister look.

Today, Duobao shouted loudly, "How magnificent, please!"

Ksitigarbha: "."

Why are you so agitated? Please calm down, I'm scared!
He stepped into the formation, and Duobao waited for a while before following him in.

Ksitigarbha, holding the Six Pure Bamboo of Cundi, continuously enlightened the stubborn rocks, grass, and old trees within the formation. The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was renowned throughout the prehistoric world, and several sages had secretly studied it. If one were to be trapped within the formation, a simple way to deal with it was to disperse the killing intent.

When there is only one person in the formation, the four swords of Zhuxian are focused on one point. If there are a hundred or eighty people in the formation, the killing intent will naturally be dispersed.

While Ksitigarbha couldn't withstand the direct attack of the Immortal Execution Sword, he could withstand the fierce killing intent that was dispersed into more than a hundred strands, since Buddhist techniques are known for their high defensive capabilities.

After Duobao entered the formation, his vision was filled with the lush forest. As Ksitigarbha chanted the Buddha's name, the sound of chanting echoed among the trees. Birds sang and flowers bloomed, and golden lotuses covered the ground, making it seem like a Buddhist kingdom on earth.

Duobao sneered, "Is this all the tricks you have, fellow Daoist? What a pity."

It's just Buddhist practice. Do you think I don't understand it?
With a flick of his hand, a perfectly concealed sword light slashed past Dizang's ankle.

Ksitigarbha groaned, and blood instantly stained his monk's shoes.

The Sixteen-Foot Golden Body is an extremely powerful defensive technique that can be practiced by everyone from ordinary Arhats to saints. Different periods have different methods of practice. The technique is perfect, but people are not perfect, so there will definitely be a focus when practicing it.

The chest and head areas will be trained first, while the feet and hands will not be given as high priority.

If the defense of Ksitigarbha's vital parts is 10, then the defense of his hands and feet is 5.

In battle, you always aim for the enemy's vital points; who would specifically target their ankles? Now, Duobao is doing the opposite, his sword flashes growing faster and faster as he relentlessly attacks the weak points in Dizang's defenses.

He was enjoying himself and didn't stop fighting. He just kept slashing at Ksitigarbha, as if he wanted to slowly torture him.

The great formation was filled with killing intent, and the outside world was also in turmoil. Even a wisp of power emanating from the great formation made the immortals feel a chilling killing intent like a tidal wave.

The Buddhist monks looked extremely nervous. Ksitigarbha was the only quasi-saint among the old brothers of the Western Sect. If he were to perish on Jin'ao Island, it would be as if the backbone of the Western Sect disciples had been broken.

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta said in a low voice, "What is the Jie Sect trying to do? Are they going to kill Brother Ksitigarbha? Let's call a halt together, have Duobao open the great formation, and release Brother Ksitigarbha, shall we?"

If we round it off, Maitreya could be considered a colleague of Duobao. He had a comprehensive understanding of the Buddhas of the past. In his mind, the emanations and the original body generally did not have much difference in personality. As for Duobao Buddha, many of his actions were considered too conservative by this conservative of his own.
Just as he was about to persuade the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta to calm down, the eastern gate of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation suddenly opened. Ksitigarbha's moon-white monk's robe was stained red with blood, and his right hand, which held the Six Roots of Purity Bamboo, was a bloody mess, almost reduced to bone. Ksitigarbha stumbled out, utterly undignified, and collapsed headfirst into the mud and sand.

All the immortals, including Deng Chanyu, were extremely surprised.

This is not a life-or-death battle, nor does it involve the fate of a great religion or the face of a sage. As Teacher Ma said, we can stop here when we've reached a point!

Amidst laughter and conversation, one person says "I admire you" and another says "thank you for your humility," engaging in mutual flattery—that's the basic operation. What's the point of cutting Ksitigarbha into a blood gourd right off the bat?
Medicine Buddha supported Ksitigarbha, whose body was almost entirely covered in sores.

Just how tragic was it?
With a sob in his voice, he loudly questioned, "Duobao! You and my Buddhist sect also share a bond. In the past, the two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, guided you to join the sect by severing your corpse and creating your own clone. They never held back any of their various techniques and supernatural powers. Is this how you repay the two saints?"

Daoist Duobao floated in mid-air, his expression filled with undisguised contempt: "Incense offerings? Medicine Master, tell me, can you attain the Dao of Hunyuan through incense offerings? That fool beside you is overestimating himself. I'll teach him what it means to be outmatched and to be in a world beyond our own. Isn't that repaying the sage's great kindness? What wrong have I done?"

The Medicine Buddha was so angry he was about to vomit blood. These words were utter nonsense, a complete distortion of the truth, and they even made fun of a saint. Did the Medicine Buddha have no regard for the saint's dignity?
The Buddhist masters were filled with rage, but they were simply no match for him. Their anger had nothing to do with it. They retreated to the side to heal Ksitigarbha, and the scene became quiet for a moment.

Only Quasi-Saints are qualified to challenge this Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, and the gazes of the immortals were fixed on these Quasi-Saints.

After a short while, Zhen Yuanzi slowly walked out.

"This humble Taoist priest shamelessly came to seek some guidance."

"please."

Duobao seemed very confident, and this time he even loosened the restrictions of the formation. The mist that was previously composed of sharp killing intent completely dissipated, and the powerful beings watching from the outside could also see the battle inside the formation.

Zhen Yuanzi's strength was clearly superior to Dizang's. Bright yellow earth elemental spiritual energy continuously gathered into towering giants, which roared and moved mountains and filled seas, forcibly changing the distribution of the earth veins within the formation.

Faced with the endless sword light, the giants could only cry out in vain.

With the blessing of the Earth Book and the infusion of earth veins, Zhen Yuanzi used all his skills, but the giants he created appeared extremely clumsy under the sword light, only taking hits without fighting back, and eventually fell down one by one like harvesting wheat.

Zhen Yuanzi, being in the thick of it, saw it more clearly than anyone else. It wasn't that his giant was slow, but rather that the sword light in this Zhuxian Sword Formation was too fast, so fast that he couldn't react at all. Duobao wasn't known for his speed before, so is this the strength above the level of the Two Corpses Severing?

He looked resentful, but what could he do?

The battle lasted less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, even shorter than the previous battle with Ksitigarbha. Realizing he couldn't break the formation, Zhen Yuanzi didn't want to waste his magic power, so he loudly proclaimed, "Fellow Daoist, your formation is exquisitely crafted. This humble Daoist concedes defeat!"

Even after he admitted defeat, Duobao still controlled the Zhuxian Sword Formation, annihilating all the more than one hundred giants he had created. Zhen Yuanzi was completely puzzled. "You have a grudge against Dizang, so it's understandable that you wanted to seriously injure him. But we don't have any conflicts, do we? Why are you taking your anger out on me?"

(End of this chapter)